Did you want to be a vet when you grew up? Maybe you are a vet. Or a vet student. Or a client. Maybe you're none of the above but are browsing the web on your coffee break, wondering whether anyone else is having a day at work as bad as yours. Rest assured, I probably am.
This is the blog of an equine vet working somewhere in the UK. I have had many years in the profession - plenty of time to hone my cynicism and bad sense of humour. In order to protect my clients, their horses and of course myself, I have chosen to remain anonymous. If you think you recognise yourself in any of my anecdotes, relax. It's probably not you!
This is a chance for me to show people the life of a vet from the other side of the stethoscope. My chance to refute all the claims of 'money-grabbing, heartless, blah blah blah'. Or perhaps my chance to simply lay my stories in front of you and let you make your own mind up.
Either way, clear the detritus of yesterday's lunch from my passenger seat, ignore the wet dog nose poking curiously in your ear and join me on my rounds. Probably best fasten your seatbelt though.
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